if only for a minute,
in the unlikeliest of places.
And it tricked me into giving up
what I knew was mine in the first place.
But I knew then what I now know still -
it was not actually love,
rather, a condition for it.
So it seems,
that the wrinkles 'round my eyelids
and the greying of my hair
suggest I am growing older,
but not much wiser yet.